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rather than scold him, <sub>rudiger laughs. it’s equally as loud as the other’s voice, goofy smile stretches along his face, slanted. signature. rudi puts his finger in his mouth, sucks on it, ignores the bitter taste of the coke. “ a’ight. “ ghoul taps out a nice line for michael on the table, fingers reach for his twenty, rolls it up tight. hands it to the boy, he moves out of the way. 

“ lean over, close one nostril, n’ then sniff it up. the whole thing. n’ then yous gotta let yer head sit back n’ keep sniffin’ till yer sure yous got it. “</sub>

_{he lifts a sleeve pulled over long digits to rub against his tongue, wants to SPIT but avoids doing so. some got down, not much - not enough to make a noticeable difference. he’s glad rudi isn’t MAD AT HIM, wonders if it’s the coke he can thank for that.}

_{following the ghoul’s instructions he leans forward, lifting one finger to pinch his left nostril closed. with his other hand he places the tip of the twenty in his nose, body hunching to poke the corner of the line with the end of the twenty. he pauses nervously though doesn’t ask anymore questions, simply BRACES HIMSELF.}

_{squeezing his eyes shut he inhales quickly, moving the twenty sloppily along the line. the burn is almost immediate, a stinging pain above the roof of his mouth but he wants to get it all, wants to fell how rudi does. trying one more time he finishes snorting the rest, drops the twenty onto the table and throws himself back into the couch. for the first time michael is SPEECHLESS, just sits there with eyes shut tight, tears welling at the corners from the burn. he can feel it drip to the back of his throat, DOESN’T LIKE IT and clammy palms grip the couch cushion underneath him with blunt nails digging into the fabric.} 

_{he sits silently for a moment, eyes shut and body rigid. after a few moments however the burn begins to subside, clenched palms loosending from the couch cushion and soon he doesn’t feel anything. tongue touches the roof of his mouth and his gums feel numb, lets it glide across his teeth and those feel weird too. COLD, his teeth feel cold. there’s an odd taste in his mouth, an indescribable taste, it’s then that he’s hit with the high, a euphoric feeling that sends him sitting upright, pupils blown. he looks at rudiger and laughs, LOUDLY, falling back into the couch with a grin. HE’D NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE IT.}

_{“ you’re good at that. you did that so good! you just snorted it right up. like a pro COKE SNORTER! did you see me snort it? you gotta show me how to do it better. we can try again right? you really are a pro coke snorter. “}